Last weekend, Jeremy and I took our new van (very excitingly we shall be 'vancationing' this August around England's beauty spots) on it's debut trip up to Suffolk this weekend for Latitude.
What I loved was the different areas of magic and fairy-dust fantasia to play with: from the cinema area, to the literary tent, from the faraway forest, to Pandora's Playground, from watching A Midsummer's Night Dream in the woods, or catching modern dance troupes performing at the lakeside.
At this point Latitude took a geniusly psychedelic slantways twister of a path, as i bumped into the lovely Carly, who I knew in her previous incarnation working as design assistant for JJ aka Noki, and who now seems to spend her weekends as the High Priestess of tie-dye designed lycra for the religion of hair and indeed everything called 'The Pantheonic Empire'.
(Hear that Boris: you can take our tents, but you cannot take our freedom!)
Imagine Sun Ra in a space suit with his own disco floor and a bike pump as a musical instrument, lighting up the darkness in a wood and you are part way there!..
Why am I not being pulled about it such a glory!?! Apparently the parents have decorated it to match their camper van and their two girls sit in refined comfort, genius. Next year…
For fluffy fun-times and side entertainments as alluring as the main acts, come join us next year, when hopefully I will actually get to shake Billy Bragg's hand…